Chole goes into the mall. She shops for some new clothes.

       Luka enters the instrument store. He buys some more guitar picks and a new music stand.  

         As Chole exits the store, she bumps into someone.  Luka looks up to see who it was that bumped into him.

        "Chole, is that you?"

     "Luka, whoa, you are so tall!"

  "I know it has been what ten years?"

      "More like fifteen."

         "So, how have you been?"

          "Great, and you?"

       "Great!"

       "It sure was nice to see you again."

     "Same here."

     "Are you really a famous guitarist?"

     "Yes, and how about you?  Are you really a fashionista?"

      "Yes, that is me."

         Luka takes a few photos of him and Chole together. Then, she does the same.

        For a moment they both felt as if it were just like old times.

            Luka sighs. He rather misses how things were before they broke up.  He cannot tell her. He thinks if he does she will quiet modeling. He does not want to ruin her career.

             Chole sighs. She thinks about how much she misses him.  She does not tell him.

       She thinks she will ruin his career if she speaks up.

      Later, Chole gets a text from Luka and grins.    It is the photo he took of them today. The one with his arm around her.  Awe, how she misses this.

        Luka is glad he sent the text to Chole. He can tell she appreciates it.

       How?  She texts him back.

    Chole's text...

  Luka thanks for the photo.

     Guitar boy, I wish you well.

  Luka's text...

  Chole you are welcome.

   Fashion queen, I wish you well.

  the end...

 bye-bye, little owlets!

-Summer out!